Andrea Vergara
English 1-3
Ms. Lehmann
26 February 2020
My Story
It was September 5, 2016. My mom, uncles, aunts, everyone in my family were worried about where my dad had gone. My mom kept calling my dad, but there was no answer. My sisters and I were home alone. My mom was working. We heard a bang on the door. We ignored it the first time, but then we kept hearing bangs on the door. My older sister, Kelly, went to open the door. It was a police man.
I was so confused about why was there a police man at my door. He finally left, and Kelly ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. My little sister, Paola, and I were so confused. We heard Kelly calling someone. It was my Aunt Daysi. Kelly was crying so much. Paola and I left her alone; we didn’t want to bother her. Then, Paola and I heard a bang. We went to open the door, and it was my aunt. I've never seen her look so worried. She asked us where Kelly was. Paola told her that she locked herself in the bathroom. My aunt took my sisters and I to her house along with my cousins. We were so confused about why we were there. My mom came back from work, crying so much. I was still so confused. The adults didn’t want to tell Paola and I anything, but I really wanted to know.
Paola and I had been staying at my aunt’s house for the past week. We hadn’t gone to school or anything. I was worried that I was going to have a lot of homework to do and catch up. On September 11th, Paola and I finally went back home. My grandma was there with my Uncle Luis, my grandpa, and basically my whole family. I was so confused, though. Everyone looked so sad, but they still didn’t want to tell Paola and I. I was playing on the Wii with my cousins and my Uncle Luis. My uncle was writing names on a paper and making them into cool designs. I saw him write my dads name, Melchor. My uncle asked me if I missed him, and I said yes. In my head, I was wondering why he asked me that. My mom and grandma called Paola and I to go to my mom’s room. Once I entered, I saw a picture of my dad on her bed. My mom asked us if we knew why there was a picture of my dad. Paola and I didn’t reply. I looked up into my mom’s eyes and they started tearing up.
“your dad passed away,” she said. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at Paola, and she just started crying. Then, I look at the picture and my heart dropped, I fell to the ground and started crying, I felt so empty I just wanted to scream. My grandma went over my way and took my hand and started hugging me. I didn’t want to let her go. I just kept crying. I’ve never cried this much in my life. We went to the living room, and everyone was just staring at us. My mom put the picture by my other grandparent’s picture. I was just staring at his picture and realizing that I was not going to be able to hear my dad’s laugh or voice, and I wouldn’t be able to make him smile.
On September 13th , my uncles came to my house. I went out to say hi. I saw one of my uncles; he looks just like my dad. I tried not to cry, but when I hugged him, I hugged him so tight because he looked exactly like my dad. I then hugged my other uncles. When one of my uncles hugged me, he started to cry and started to hug me tighter. I tried so hard to not cry.
On September 14th, my dad’s birthday, my mom planned out a mass for my dad. At the beginning of church, it was normal, but once they brought out my dad’s coven, my heart dropped. They put up a projector and played a slide show with a bunch of pictures and memories of my dad. I cried the whole slide show. My mom, my sisters, and I went up to his coven and kissed it to say our last goodbyes. When I went to go back and sit down, I was just hugging my uncle the whole time. Some of our family came up in a line to give us a hug. It really meant a lot to me. We then started going outside because some men were taking the coven to a truck to burn him into ashes. That’s what my dad wanted to get done once he passed away. Everyone was crying. Once we went back home, there were family coming. My favorite cousin was there too. She actually made my day better. They brought out a cake for my dad because it was his birthday. We didn’t sing happy birthday because it was too sad.
The next day, my eyes were all puffy from all the past days spent crying. I went to the living room and I saw bags and boxes. My uncle was helping a man bring food into our house. It was so much food; it filled up the whole living room. It was all the food that was donated to us from church. We were really grateful for it.
As days passed, I start getting used to not having a dad. I still cry to this day because I miss him more than anything, but I know that he is never going to be forgotten.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
English 1-3
Ms. Lehmann
26 February 2020
My Story
It was September 5, 2016. My mom, uncles, aunts, everyone in my family were worried about where my dad had gone. My mom kept calling my dad, but there was no answer. My sisters and I were home alone. My mom was working. We heard a bang on the door. We ignored it the first time, but then we kept hearing bangs on the door. My older sister, Kelly, went to open the door. It was a police man.
I was so confused about why was there a police man at my door. He finally left, and Kelly ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. My little sister, Paola, and I were so confused. We heard Kelly calling someone. It was my Aunt Daysi. Kelly was crying so much. Paola and I left her alone; we didn’t want to bother her. Then, Paola and I heard a bang. We went to open the door, and it was my aunt. I've never seen her look so worried. She asked us where Kelly was. Paola told her that she locked herself in the bathroom. My aunt took my sisters and I to her house along with my cousins. We were so confused about why we were there. My mom came back from work, crying so much. I was still so confused. The adults didn’t want to tell Paola and I anything, but I really wanted to know.
Paola and I had been staying at my aunt’s house for the past week. We hadn’t gone to school or anything. I was worried that I was going to have a lot of homework to do and catch up. On September 11th, Paola and I finally went back home. My grandma was there with my Uncle Luis, my grandpa, and basically my whole family. I was so confused, though. Everyone looked so sad, but they still didn’t want to tell Paola and I. I was playing on the Wii with my cousins and my Uncle Luis. My uncle was writing names on a paper and making them into cool designs. I saw him write my dads name, Melchor. My uncle asked me if I missed him, and I said yes. In my head, I was wondering why he asked me that. My mom and grandma called Paola and I to go to my mom’s room. Once I entered, I saw a picture of my dad on her bed. My mom asked us if we knew why there was a picture of my dad. Paola and I didn’t reply. I looked up into my mom’s eyes and they started tearing up.
“your dad passed away,” she said. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at Paola, and she just started crying. Then, I look at the picture and my heart dropped, I fell to the ground and started crying, I felt so empty I just wanted to scream. My grandma went over my way and took my hand and started hugging me. I didn’t want to let her go. I just kept crying. I’ve never cried this much in my life. We went to the living room, and everyone was just staring at us. My mom put the picture by my other grandparent’s picture. I was just staring at his picture and realizing that I was not going to be able to hear my dad’s laugh or voice, and I wouldn’t be able to make him smile.
On September 13th , my uncles came to my house. I went out to say hi. I saw one of my uncles; he looks just like my dad. I tried not to cry, but when I hugged him, I hugged him so tight because he looked exactly like my dad. I then hugged my other uncles. When one of my uncles hugged me, he started to cry and started to hug me tighter. I tried so hard to not cry.
On September 14th, my dad’s birthday, my mom planned out a mass for my dad. At the beginning of church, it was normal, but once they brought out my dad’s coven, my heart dropped. They put up a projector and played a slide show with a bunch of pictures and memories of my dad. I cried the whole slide show. My mom, my sisters, and I went up to his coven and kissed it to say our last goodbyes. When I went to go back and sit down, I was just hugging my uncle the whole time. Some of our family came up in a line to give us a hug. It really meant a lot to me. We then started going outside because some men were taking the coven to a truck to burn him into ashes. That’s what my dad wanted to get done once he passed away. Everyone was crying. Once we went back home, there were family coming. My favorite cousin was there too. She actually made my day better. They brought out a cake for my dad because it was his birthday. We didn’t sing happy birthday because it was too sad.
The next day, my eyes were all puffy from all the past days spent crying. I went to the living room and I saw bags and boxes. My uncle was helping a man bring food into our house. It was so much food; it filled up the whole living room. It was all the food that was donated to us from church. We were really grateful for it.
As days passed, I start getting used to not having a dad. I still cry to this day because I miss him more than anything, but I know that he is never going to be forgotten.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
- Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
- What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
- What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
- The part that I really liked was when I wrote when I found out that my dad died it was just very real and I really liked it.